Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. A knot of three policemen in
conflict with her staggered toward Ann Veronica’s attendants and distracted their
attention. “You’re burning up. Was there anything he could do!
"No, Hoddy; nothing. I did not know
you spoke Kanaka," he broke off. "
"You are offering your hand to me?"
"Without reservations. A certain irritation crept into his manner as he did
so. ‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it. "
"Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. “I hope you are going to Carey House. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. She wanted to cry out
upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence.
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